Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 11:15:02 -0800 (PST)
From: NightWatcher
Subject: Dorm Life 4
This is the fourth in a series entitled, Dorm Life.
This story involves sexual situations between consenting mature adults, and
is therefore intended for mature audiences. No one under the age of 18 or
in an area where such material has been deemed unacceptable should read any
further. The persons and places that are mentioned in this story and series
are FICTIONAL, at least thus far. This story deals with homosexual
relationships, and expressions of love. If this offends you, then again,
you should read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.
Series Note: Imagination is one of the most erotic tools we possess in our
repertoire. Unfortunately it's a tool seldom used. It is my hope in
writing this series to bring back the use of imagination in our erotic
experiences along with romance and passion without losing the steam, the
heat, and the lustful energy of the story. This series centers on one
student, Jay, and his search for love, happiness, and fulfillment, all
while dealing with life in and outside a dorm. Some parts will be written
in regular story form, but other parts are going to be written as though
they were coming from Jay's journal. This allows us a glimpse inside Jay's
thoughts.
The Bus
November 1, 1999:
I saw him again today. I've been seeing him a lot here lately.
I'm starting to wonder if perhaps our little meetings are more than
coincidence, but then again it can't be. After all how would he know that
I got out of my religion class early today. The bus was almost empty and I
took my usual seat in the back across from the rear door.
He was already sitting beside the rear door on the opposite side. Today he
was wearing khakis' shorts, a long sleeve t-shirt with the word Navy across
the front, and what looked like work boots. I don't blame him as it was
unseasonably warm today. Somewhere in the mid-70's I think. I'm not sure
but I think he smiled when he saw me but I really couldn't tell since he
had on his mirrored sunglasses. I think it's safe to say that he either
was in the Navy or is in the reserves. He's been wearing some kind of Navy
paraphernalia every time I've seen him. Well you know I always did have a
thing for men in uniform.
He's trimmed the beard into a goatee. He also shaved his head. I
know because he took his baseball cap off right after I sat down. I kinda
think he did it so that I could see. It looked good on him, certainly made
me hot. I sprang a mild boner just looking at his 5'11" 190lbs blue eyed,
bald headed, frame. It appears the hair I glimpsed on his chest covers his
whole chest, that's if his legs are an indication. It was the first time
I've had the chance to see them and they definitely didn't disappoint.
They weren't the legs of a gym rat, ripped so you could see every muscle
fiber. However I could tell that they had some definite power behind them.
God I love a hairy, manly man.
But anyway, I'm convinced now that he's flirting with me. I wasn't
sure about Tuesday when I saw him but I'm sure now. It started the same as
last Tuesday, with him staring at me. I know he had his sunglasses on
today, but I could feel his eyes locked on me from the time I sat down.
Then he kept readjusting himself more than necessary. Really it shouldn't
have been necessary at all since he was sitting down. Several times I
swear I saw him blatantly rubbing his cock through his shorts. Then he
took off his sunglasses and put them on his head and after he did it he
looked right at me briefly & winked. I know it was a wink, but then he put
his sunglasses back on. I'm glad I had my sunglasses on or else he
definitely would've seen the look of shock and lust in my eyes. He didn't
go back to rubbing his cock, but he did spread his legs so that from where
I was sitting I could see right up his pants leg. I really couldn't see
anything but my imagination was working overtime thinking about what was
hidden in the darkness. I think he knew where my eyes were because when I
looked up, he had a weird smile/smirk on his face.
All to soon I saw him pull the wire to request the next stop. But
as he was getting off he dropped something and had to bend over to pick it
up. His ass was right in my face as he reached down to pick it up. Then
he straightened up and got off. I saw him look back at me through the
window and this time I'm positive he smiled and winked at me. I was in my
own little world for the next 10 minutes just imagining what could've
happened and what might happen. In one of my fantasies we did our usual
flirting but when it was time for his stop he didn't get off. Instead he
got off behind me at my stop. As I was going up the back steps to my
psychology class, he grabs my arm. Nothing hard, but enough to get my
attention. Then when I turned around he plants one hell of a kiss on me.
Right there in the stairwell.
"My name is John and I figured it was time we meet."
A little dazed but intrigued. "The name is Jay and I sure like the
way you introduce yourself."
John replied, "I'm not much on foreplay. When I see something I
want, I go for it. So you up to skipping class and following me back to my
place. I live just off campus in Kingstown Villas."
Jay couldn't believe his luck. "Those apartments are on the other
side of my dorm. A very tempting offer."
"Then why don't you accept. We both know where our flirting has
been leading or where I hope it has been leading and I'm ready to take it
there. So what'cha say?"
For the first time in a long time Jay throw caution to the wind.
"Walk or take the bus?"
"Walk. This way we can get all of our talking out of the way."
With that Jay and John turned and began the 15 minute walk across
campus to John's apartment. Jay found out that John was indeed ex-Navy and
according to him Navy men do it harder, better, and longer. Something Jay
was hoping to experience first hand. Both admitted this was the first time
they'd flirted with anyone so openly before, especially on a bus. They
continued their conversation all the way to John's apartment. Once inside
however, all conversation stopped and lust took over. John planted a kiss
on Jay that was twice as intense as the one in the stairwell. This time
Jay matched him in intensity. Hands were busy undressing each other, Jay
unzipping John's shorts and John unbuttoning Jay's shirt. John began to
lead Jay away from the door where he had him penned down the hall to the
master bedroom. The hallway between the front door and the bedroom was
littered with the rest of their clothing. Inside the bedroom, Jay and John
were engaging in a steamy 69.
They had developed a steady rhythm. Jay was burying John's fat
7inches in his throat, John was releasing Jay's 7.5 inches from his throat.
John began to ease down Jay's body so that he had easy access to Jay's ass.
Taking his mouth off Jay's cock he began to eat Jay's ass with a vengeance.
Jay was moaning from the expert rimming he was receiving from John. Jay
could tell John wasn't new to this, in fact Jay swore the ass eating he was
receiving was from an expert. It was when Jay had John's cock buried deep
in his throat that John broke through the barrier of his ass ring with his
middle finger. The sensation John was creating in Jay's ass had him on
cloud nine.
Pretty soon John was working three fingers in and out of Jay's tight man
cunt as he continued to provide him with one of his sloppiest rim jobs.
Jay knew what was coming next and although he'd never been fucked
before he had this undescribable yearning to fill the thick 7 inches inside
his hole. The sloppy rim job from John and the servicing Jay had been
providing to John's dick should be all the lubrication they needed. John
withdrew his dick from Jay's mouth and rolled off the side of the bed.
Going to the end, he pulled Jay on his back until his ass was just hanging
over the end of the bed. Placing Jay's legs over his shoulders he aimed
his 7-inch monster at the Jay's pulsing asshole.
That's where the fantasy ended. It was a good thing at least part
of my brain was functioning correctly or else I would have missed my stop.
As it was, I had to exit the bus with my bookbag covering the tent my
fantasy had generated in my pants. I know one thing for sure, I can't wait
to see what else my Navy man has in store for me on our next bus ride..